"Xiao Zhao, it's a good thing you didn't come, otherwise we would have been doomed together!"
Late at night, Mr. Qiu leaned against the window, watching the riots on the exchange downstairs, and broadcasting the live broadcast with Zhao Yong on his mobile phone.
"Good guy, the stock investors were really angry this time, and the exchange was smashed to pieces!"
Hundreds of thousands of people from all over the country came here and queued for three days and three nights without even seeing the corner of the subscription certificate. How could they not be angry?
And even though there are enough subscription warrants, investors are unable to buy them. What does this mean?
Zhao Yong glanced at Li Manjun in surprise, who was lying on the bed reading textbooks in the master bedroom. Did she hit the target again?
What kind of prophet is his wife?
You can guess this!
Mr. Qiu didn't hear Zhao Yong's response on the phone for a long time. He thought he was as angry as himself, so he held the elder brother between his ears and shoulders, lit a cigarette, and sighed:
"Perhaps we are not destined for this fate, and the stock market has nothing to do with you and me."
Zhao Yong came to his senses and asked with concern: "Brother Qiu, are you okay? Is the hotel safe?"
"It should be safe..." Mr. Qiu silently walked to the door and locked the latch.
"It's good to be safe. Although we couldn't buy a subscription certificate, it's good to be fine." Zhao Yong lamented, "It's really hard to explain fate."
"Who says it's not the case!" Mr. Qiu thought deeply, as if he could not have expected that he would be trapped in a hotel when he came to buy a subscription certificate.
He didn't dare to go out for the past two days. If he was accidentally injured by a madman, it wouldn't be worth it.
"Okay, let's do this for now. I won't sleep tonight. If someone takes advantage of the chaos and robs me, I won't have no room to react." Mr. Qiu sighed heavily.
Zhao Yong asked him if he wanted to contact his friends to pick him up. Mr. Qiu said no, in case something happened to his friend on the way.
After hanging up the phone, Zhao Yong turned off the living room light and walked into the bedroom.
Li Manjun had already heard the voice on the phone, raised his head and asked with concern: "Is Brother Qiu okay?"
Zhao Yong waved his hand to indicate that it was okay, and then raised his thumb at Li Manjun, "You are so awesome, you guessed it again."
Li Manjun asked in confusion: "Didn't you really buy the subscription certificate?"
"The exchanges were all smashed to pieces." Zhao Yong did not answer directly, but the amount of information revealed in this sentence was enough.
Li Manjun shook his head, "There must be something shady."
That's for sure, otherwise the five million subscription certificates wouldn't have been sold out in just one morning.
"Wait a minute, the state should come out to deal with these pests. The system was not perfect from the beginning." Li Manjun comforted her husband.
Seeing that his wife didn't mean to make fun of him at all, but still cared about comforting him, Zhao Yong expressed that he was touched.
But Mr. Qiu is miserable. He will be laughed at by everyone for at least a year when he comes back.
No, it is possible to laugh for a lifetime. After all, most people cannot experience this kind of thing once in their lifetime.
The vicious incident that occurred at the Shenzhen Stock Exchange in August attracted national attention. In September, the people involved were investigated and withdrawn, and the subscription certificates were re-released, and the anger of investors was calmed down.
In October, the State Securities Regulatory Commission was formally established. From then on, domestic stock market transactions were no longer the disorderly state they once were.
Later, Mr. Qiu and Zhao Yong still bought the subscription certificates, but they may really have no chance to participate in the stock market. Each of them only won one lottery and made a small profit.
Mr. Qiu's building materials company is doing prosperously, but he doesn't like the small profits in the stock market at all, so he won't play any more in the future.
Zhao Yong still holds it in his hand. I don’t know which book he read about the concept of long-term investment, and he plans to give it a try.
Anyway, he didn’t have much money, so Li Manjun didn’t care about him.
On her side, after waiting for news for almost two months, Qian Dongsheng finally got an accurate reply.
"The aluminum ingot factory has negotiated for you, six thousand one tons. If you confirm it, they will send it directly."
The two made an appointment to talk in a fly restaurant. Qian Dongsheng dressed very low-key, as if he was afraid of being seen.
Li Manjun was overjoyed, "I'll treat you to this meal today, brother-in-law, you can order whatever you want!"
Calling brother-in-law is just like calling Zhu Yaowei. Qian Dongsheng glanced at Li Manjun and didn't know that his brother-in-law was so familiar with her.
If someone treats you, he won't be polite.
"Waiter, bring me half a catty of bulk liquor."
Li Manjun shook his head helplessly, walked directly to the counter and took a bottle of Moutai.
Qian Dongsheng raised his eyebrows but didn't say anything. Li Manjun poured him wine and drank.
"By the way, do you know what my brother-in-law is doing in Haishi now?" Qian Dongsheng asked in confusion.
His brother-in-law never made the family worry. There was a big age difference between the two siblings, so they were called siblings, but his wife treated the younger brother as a son.
It's a pity that Zhu Yaowei's rebellious period has not passed since kindergarten.
He rarely contacted his family. It has been almost half a year, and no one at home knew what he was doing in Haishi.
Every time his wife called to ask, the guy hung up the phone without saying a few words.
All they know now is that people are still alive.
Li Manjun asked in surprise: "You don't contact him?"
Is this still a family?
Qian Dongsheng said: "You're saying the opposite. He doesn't contact us. If we ask, just leave him alone. I'm not afraid of your jokes. My wife and I actually treat him as a son."
Li Manjun nodded and understood. He didn't expect that Zhu Yaowei had such an awkward relationship with his family members.
"He has now opened a real estate company and is preparing to make a fortune in Haishi. He is together with a local classmate of his from Haishi, probably named Wang Zhi."
"Wang Zhi?" Qian Dongsheng breathed a sigh of relief, "I know this classmate, he works in a bank."
"He has resigned." Li Manjun added.
Qian Dongsheng is a little sensitive to the word "resignation". With so many people going to work, many of his colleagues around him applied for leave without pay and went directly to Nan Province. He was inevitably affected.
He watched Li Manjun's Luman Recycling Company start up. In just two years, the company's turnover has reached tens of millions, which is completely different from her low-key and somewhat shabby business.
From this, Qian Dongsheng roughly guessed how much money his brother-in-law made in the sea market in May.
All the situations around him told him that if he left the system, there would be a lot of gold waiting for him to dig out.
But maybe it's because he doesn't like taking risks by nature, and his wife urges him again and again, but he still likes to stay in his little green office the most.
It's not bad to earn some extra money from time to time with Li Manjun.
When leaving, Li Manjun brought two bottles of wine to Qian Dongsheng, high-end Moutai series, packed in plastic bags of bulk wine.
As for other parts, after the aluminum ingots she hoarded are successfully sold, there will naturally be big red envelopes.
The two parted at the bus station. Li Manjun drove here and wanted to give money to Dongsheng for a ride, but he refused.
I had no choice but to stand in front of the platform and watch Qian Dongsheng get on the bus carrying a plastic bag, wave his hand, turn around and drive home.